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          a thud was heard, it was xanthea. she slipped after she walked pass you. she tightly closed her eyes and lowered her head, embarassed, hoping you didn't see her slip.

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          habang naglalakad mag-isa si noir, muntik na siyang matapilok dahil sa isang stray bato. dahil pikon siya, sinipa niya ito palayo at natamaan ka. “oh shiet, gago.” pag-react ni noir at nilapitan ka.

- starter
          
          nanipa.

nililibot ni lyon ang lugar dahil hindi ito pamilyar sakanya. tinitingnan ni lyon ang lugar ng maayos para maging pamilyar ito.
          
          napagod ito kakalakad kaya umupo ito sa gilid ng daan. hindi niya namalayan na naupuan niya pala ang bato "that hurt hayop" napakunot ang noo nito at binato ang bato bigla at tumama ito sa taong dumadaan sa harap niya. nanlaki ang mata ito at nilapitan ang taong natamaan niya "o-ok ka lang? pasensya na" sabi nito ng mahina

⌗STARTER
          
          A desk bell rang out, a cue that a new customer appears in the store. Wren's head instinctively turned, though he doesn’t expecting anyone. After seeing other unfamiliar face in the counter, He turned back to what he was doing. Looking at the various goods in the store. Cookies or cupcakes? The ultimate question. He wanted both but he really need to save, he's been buying too much goods these past days. Gazing enviously at other customers for buying a bunch.
          
          Setting his frustration aside, he knew how hard to choose between his two favorite baked goods. "Hoy ikaw, ano sa tingin mo?" He turned to the person next to him, which happened to be you. "Pag ika'y ako ano pipiliin cookies o cupcakes?" 

Nakapamulsang naglakad-lakad si Wolfe sa siyudad ng Zarcerein. Palubog na ang araw ngunit  mas ginusto niyang maglibot ng ganitong oras kaysa naman tanghaling-tapat at tirik na tirik ang araw. Seryoso ang kaniyang ekspresyon habang pinagmamasdan ang bawat lugar at establisyemento na tila ba nalulunod sa malalim na pag-iisip.
          
          Bitbit ang palaso ay pinili niyang pumaroon sa gubat. Ngunit nahinto siya nang maaninag ang isang babaeng nakaupo sa ilalim ng lilim ng isang puno at nakapikit ang mga mata. "hindi naman siguro masama ang makipagkaibigan?" bulong niya sa kaniyang sarili kaya nilapitan niya ito at nagwika,  "Mukhang masarap ang pahinga natin diyan, ah?"

nag lalakad si runa sa streets at nakita ka niya. nilapitan ito at sinabi "hello po survey lang po pang thesis lang" saad nang dalaga.  

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Katalix went out of his cabin still in his night outfit. 
          
          He admires the Arceretus Universe so much that he didn't even bother to look at the Zeravean who bumped into him. He thought you are just one of the deities. But a humble man he was, he turned in to you, prepared to say his apology. "My apologies. I didn't notice you... were... there..." his voice slowly muffled as he saw someone unfamiliar. 
          
          "I, um, who are you?" 

STARTER: — CHIYA
          
          hiding in a bush, chiya tried to lower the sound of her snickers and chuckles. covering her mouth, she decided to grab her mask and wear it. she was there to prank some random zeravean passing by. chiya had always been a rebel and a pure ball of mischief, that’s her way of expressing her true feelings.
          
          she looked around and finally saw her new target who was about to pass by. she patiently waited for you to come near the bush. finally seeing the oppurtunity, chiya jumped out wearing her scary mask with matching red over-alls.
          
          “boo!!!” she yelled then laughed at the look of your face. “i’m sorry? did i scare you?” she managed to genuinely ask in between her laughs.

Series of incoherent words slipped from Bullet's thin lips, he lethargically opened his eyes under the sunbeams sifting through the foliages. The blue haired gent positioned his back upon the integument of the tree dorsal to get a better panorama of the surroundings. He squinted his eyes, confusion etched onto his softly chiseled face for a few seconds.
          
          Bullet stood up yet he almost fall forward, knuckles white against knees —eyes wide-blown, painted with surprise. The morning breeze seemed to strike across him to and fro as if intriguing him for a dance. He stood there, frozen at his spot; mouth agape and the whispers of the leaves mingle between placid breeze. 
          
          Perhaps, a drop of the once thick fog of the mornings had cascaded down onto one of the few murmurings leaves and had descended onto Bullet's cheeks. The teeny-bit sensation of morning dew awakened the lost senses of the vexed lad, he plopped down the grass and contemplated the scenario before him and yesterday.
          
          "The bird has flown," Nonchalance grasps onto his visuals, along with a soft tilted smile. "yet it had gotten its fingers burned." With fingers against the necklace presented to him yesterday, he shook his head in some performance of disbelief. "The old wives' tale should've come into light before the sands ran out." Bullet tch-ed, tugging the necklace down and hid it inside his pockets.
          
          Unexpectedly, a presence akin to gravity seemed to have arrived before him. Bullet filled his lungs with the morning breeze and straightened up. He composed himself, and smiled softly. "For another to knock about this place, must you be, perhaps, lost as I am?"